Winter's Tracks Poem by Bryan Taplits

Winter's Tracks beguile me
As I see just where they go,
The birds and rodent's tracks abound
In the whiteness of the snow.
I wonder where they will all flow-
To carnival or to grave,
Will I be purgatory bound for all my life-
Or find redemption and shall be saved?
True, I'm not sure just where I'll be going-
Drunk on these trails-
which wind and weave,
But this path seems to have chosen me -
So its the one I will choose-
To see where I'm bound,
Where it leads.